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I could not break up her fancied security; I could not deprive her of the "time to think" before crossing the great bridge, by telling her of the stranger sick in Doctor Percival's house, and so I let her dream on. It might be many weeks, nay, months, ere Mr. McKey would recover, hence there was no need that she should know; by that time she would be quite strong again.
We heard her knife moving about in the pebbly soil, and watched her going home. She was the only comer. In November, people never visit such places, save from necessity. "Mr. McKey and I had discovered the passage leading from church to tower. Mary was with us then.
He left, with intentional seeming, a paper where I should see it; he had read with almost careless eyes what mine fell upon, for he believed that Bernard McKey was forgotten by me; he had kindly forborne to mention his name, since that one night wherein all our misery grew. I found there what I believed to be his death: the name and age were his own; the place was nothing, he might be anywhere.
"I asked her 'if she had told any one else? if any one had seen the cup? "She said, 'No'; and I made her promise me that she would never mention it, never speak of it to any living soul. "She promised, and she has kept her promise faithfully to this day." I thought, at this pause in the story, of Chloe's hiding chloroform from me. "I had myself seen Bernard McKey go out to the office that night.
'There comes Mr. McKey. I wonder what brings him here. "I looked up, and saw, slowly walking on to the point at which Mary was securing her boat, the possessor of the existence that had come into mine. There was no way for me to flee, except seaward; and of two suicides I chose the pleasanter, and I stayed. "'Who is it, Mary? I had time to question, and she to answer.
She told me that she had heard what had been said, that she knew the deed, had seen the cup, that Abraham, knowing the act, would never forgive it, though done, as she acknowledged, in error; and she, my mother, to save the family, made conditions. Her knowledge should remain hers only, if Bernard McKey should remain such as he now was to me, never to be more.
I cannot tell Abraham; I could not bear the joy that will, that must come, when he lays down the burden of his crime, for, oh! it will be at the feet of Bernard McKey. You will not refuse me this?" she pleaded.
The gloaming had come down when we reached home. "'Abraham must have been an hour here, I thought, as alone I went in. "He met me in the hall. "'Where have you been, Lettie? was his greeting. "'On the sands. "'Not alone? "'No, Abraham; Bernard McKey has been with me. "'By what right? he demanded, with that mighty power of voice that is laid up within him for especial occasions.
"'What is it, Abraham? I asked, startled by his words and manner, but with not the faintest idea of the meaning entering in with his words. "'Bernard McKey, is he anything to you? "'You've no right to question me thus, I said. "'And you will not answer me? "'I will not, Abraham. "The next morning Abraham was gone. He had not told me of his intended absence.
"He laughed, a low, rippling laugh, like the breaking up of ever so many songs all at once; and the notes had not floated down to rest, when mother and Abraham came in. Mr. McKey arose to greet my mother. She stood proudly erect, her regal head unbending, her eyes straight on, into an endless future, in which he must have no part, that I saw.
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